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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 8 months

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Teeth for hire

First/Prev/Epilogue

Summary: A final confrontation with your sire. Will back up be coming?

Warnings: Violence, bad touch, tooth rotting sweetness

It was cold in the mountains. Snow fell thick in the air making visibility impossible. Still Jack strained against his restraints to try find something. A landmark or road, something to help once he got you out of here. A rush of bats startled him back away from the window.

He was alone, had been since he'd be tossed into the stone cell by that other dark haired vampire. It was an old place like something out of a castle. Come to think of it, considering the stone walls and fact the window was an arrowslit it probably was a castle.

The cell was frosted, damp collected and crystalized by the altitude. Jack huddled in on himself, breathing hot air onto his hands in an effort to retain feeling in them. The breath came out in swirling clouds before dispersing into the gloom.

He'd seen you when he came to, carried limply in the arms of that bastardo Dracula. You'd looked awful a sheen of sweat over sickly skin. Vlad had met his eyes, running a long tongue over your face before Jack had been dragged off. He swore he'd tear that guys arms off first chance he got. Until then he had to try get himself free.

It took all day to loosen the frozen brick his chain was bolted too but by dusk the link broke free. It sent him tumbling back in surprise but he was no longer trapped. The chains still remained shackled to each wrist but now hung freely loosely him. Jack winded them up, wrapping the chain over his knuckles before heading to the cell door.

The wood was ancient and rotting. It gave in easily when he rammed his weight against it, clattering loudly to the stone floor. Jack cringed but even as the sound echoed he saw no one rushing for him.

Still alone he made his way down the stone corridors and into a more furnished part of the castle. The hall extended far into the darkness, any window there was had a heavy velvet curtain hanging from the high ceilings.

Jack cursed sniffing the air to try catch a hint of your scent. He'd been stupid to rush from Blade but when stayed rooted as your sire entered the building he couldn't help it. He'd torn from Blade's grip and leapt through the glass, not heeding the other mans protest. Then when he saw your sires hands on you he saw red.

You'd only spoke of Dracula once, though you'd not used his name. He'd been making you Pestinos after finding out you had quiet the sweet tooth.

"Sweet fangs!" You'd laughed from the kitchen table. Glowing in the light of dusk still cast through the window. You were wrapped in one of his hoodies, head resting on your knees as your strength returned. You'd watched him work the dough whilst Jack felt a blush tip his ears. Curiosity had eaten at him in the weeks since he'd met you and finally he just asked.

You'd sucked your teeth a second before meeting his eyes again. The sadness that overtook them went straight through his heart but you spoke. Told him about the vampire that broke into your home. About the giggling mad women who you came to pity in your new life but that chilled you to the bone that night. How you'd been toyed with then drained and left for dead. Only you didn't die, not in the traditional sense anyway.

It was a crime amongst their kind, now yours. To make a vampire and then leave them without any tutelage. Though the punishment would be your death as well as his. Still you'd made a deal with a clan and had been hunting him since. He'd apologized for asking when the first tears fell, holding you close as your scent overtook the sweet pastries.

There.

A draft blew through sending frigid air slicing against Jack's face and on that breeze your scent. It was faint but undeniably the black coffee and something sweet, floral almost but metallic too? You were hurt.

Jack raced towards it now, no heed for the sound he made nor who may be hiding in the shadows. He called your name, screaming it in the echoing halls as the scent of your blood drove a mad panic in his skull. A rush of anger and hot blood like he was turning.

A deep echoing laugh rattled around the grand hall Jack crashed into. Ahead you knelt on the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks as you screeched. Jack went to move before he doubled over a shard of white hot pain lancing his gut.

"Lost track of time dog?!" He heard Dracula's call echoing around the dark marble pillars. A thick curtain fell from a circular window towering above him. Jack strained his head, teeth pointed and gritting together as the light of the full moon spot lighted him in the black mirrored hall.

"You kill my guards, my brides, you have me running all over the globe from my own?! I think you owe me this sweetling." He spoke closer now. Jack struggled to his feet, ahead your sire crouched by your side. His hand gripping your throat to force your face to meet his.

You were bruised, clothes bloodied with eyes wide and body quaking. Your gaze never left Jack, ignoring your sire's blazing eyes.

"Last chance darling, me or what was it you said, every death?" He hissed. In a sudden push you jolted free of his grip, snapping your jaw at his hand. You connected biting the tips of his fingers off.

He howled rearing back and striking you hard with the bloodied stumps. The crimson streaked across your cheek and you spat his fingers back at him with a manic laugh. His lip curled and wild rage flickering behind his eyes before he calmed again.

"As you wish." He said though gritted teeth, leaping to the balcony above. Jack watched him slink into the shadows above though his laugh still echoed. He couldn't focus on him now, not when his trap had worked.

You were ahead, hands chained tight to a link on the marble floor. Trapped on your knees as you watched your Jack writhe under the moon light. It wasn't like back home where he was comfortable and safe. Here he was fighting it, trying desperately to pull himself away from you.

You struggled with the bindings again, forcing your thumb tighter into the shackle. If you could just...POP. The sound bounced off the walls before your dislocated thumb slipped through the first restraint.

Jack struggled harder to the doors. All the while his bones snapped and shifted. The wolf was close but so were you, he couldn't, not here, not with you and no cage. He was still meters away when the ancient oak creaked and the doors swung shut. With a last sorrowed howl Jack's mind left him.

You stilled at the melancholic sound. It sent your heart sinking deeper into despair. You slumped back down to your knees and raised your head to the wolf.

He was striking. Same wisps of white now layered in brown fur that covered his shoulders and most of his broader now bare torso. Claw tipped toes had torn through his shoes and now clacked against the stone. He moved slowly, low to the ground and growling quietly as he approached.

Bright amber eyes had over taken his hazel ones and wild brows shot up just a fraction. He was so close now, hot breath fanning over your face as you kept your eyes locked on his. One hand still dangled in the chain and the other ached dully at your side.

"Hey..." You spoke softly. His head tilted at your voice, jaw snapping closed. His ears flicked and his nose twitched before pinprick pupils expanded. You moved slow, letting your injured hand brush against his furred cheek. You'd done this through the bars before, the wolf pressing up and practically nuzzling against your hand. Though just as often he'd ignored you and once even lashed out at you.

This time his cheek rubbed your hand before his own clawed one reached to your cheek. He growled as his rough finger tips smeared the blood from your face and you smiled gently.

"NO!" Your sire shrieked, leaping down and slamming hard on the marble. The ground cracked around him as he screamed at you both. "Kill them you stupid animal!" He screeched, spittle flying from his thin lips.

You watched the wolves nose flare, catching the same scent from your face, his eyes hardening. Then he was twisting away, leaping, a clawed mass suddenly slamming into your sire and taking him to the ground. The two snapped and snarled, scrambling to get the upper hand. You wrenched your other hand free, snapping your thumb back into place painfully with a grunt.

Again you watched the door burst open, this time Blade strode in sword drawn with Michael and Ted on his heals. Your sire managed to kick Jack from him leaping back to you. He gathered you against him, silver stake slammed into your chest before you could so much as scream.

With a hard shove he sent you towards the group, his foot steps fleeing behind you. You never hit the ground, Eric catching you before you'd fully fallen. You gurgled, blood catching at your gullet as the odd cooling sensation passed over your body.

Ted paused over you, his eyes scrunching before he let of a savage roar and charged. You stared up at Eric, his signature sunglasses gone so you could look into his eyes.

"Took you long enough..." You breathed out, the motion digging the stake closer into your chest cavity. The pain returned and you winced.

"Well took a while to get Ted here." Blade smiled. "And Michael had a little trouble clearing the guards."

"Never your fault..." You huffed a light laugh but it died in your throat and you sputtered blood.

"My tracker on Jack worked perfectly." Blade said.

"You gonna finish me off?" You asked, the excruciating silver scraping just against your heart.

"I don't have a lot of friends, don't feel like loosing one." Eric responded pulling sharply and tossing the stake aside. You let out a choked screech before smiling weakly up at Eric.

"Not getting in on the fun?" You asked.

"Pretty sure your boys have this covered." He said. Blade shifted you in his arms, propping you up enough to see the werewolf tearing an arm from Dracula and striking him with it. Ted took his tumbling body in his claws and the man was alight and screaming in his acidic grip.

"I think your still going to have to stake him Blade?" You tried to laugh but it still hurt.

"I will... in a while." Eric smiled towards your friends. "Meantime Doctors got something for that." He gestured to the bleeding hole in your chest.

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Dawn broke and bright streams of sunlight filtered in past the torn curtains. Jack groaned pulling the cover over his head as he nestled a cool pillow tighter in his embrace. He curled around it, legs tangling in their own as he tucked his face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply.

The night returned to him like a lightning strike and he bounded up onto his feet. Instantly he regretted the choice as the section of curtain draped over his naked body fell away. He hurriedly retrieved a handful before dropping back down to you, partially covered.

You smiled sleepily up at him, your hair a messy halo around your head. You were alive, not streaked with gore or torn to shreds by claws as he'd seen in countless nightmares. You were whole and well, apart from a bandage pocking out from your torn shirt. Jack sighed deeply flopping back down to lay facing you.

"What happened?" He asked. You propped yourself up on an arm, admiring his profile in the dim light. You followed the swell of his lips, the slope of his nose, his high cheekbones to his thick lashes scrunched closed against the morning.

"My sires plan to have a werewolf kill me kinda back fired." You laughed reaching a hand to rearrange Jack's bedhead. "Turns out this particular one is awful fond of me... which is good because I'm awful fond of him." You admitted glad for once you couldn't blush.

Jack's head snapped to yours, wide eyed and alert despite the exhaustion before a crooked grin broke out across beautiful face.

"And the man attached?" He whispered, his voice still gruff and rumbling. You leaned forward letting your lips brush gently against his. Jack closed his eyes returning the soft kiss a warm hand coming up to cup your cheek. It was gentle, sweet, all the care and unspoken things between you just bubbling to the surface. You deepened it for just a moment, the longing for him pulling you in closer before you broke away slowly. Jack's head followed for just a second before his eyes fluttered open and met yours.

"I could take him or leave him." You teased. Jack barked a laugh rolling onto his back.

"Oh you wound me, mi corazón!" He joked holding his hands to his heart before a slight shiver coursed over his skin.

"Hang on a sec, Eric brought your bag." You laughed as you wobbled to your feet. You were still aching from your wounds and you spied Jack's concerned face as you tossed clothing out for him.

"Eric came?" He asked. His memory of the previous night only extended as far as the doors locking the wolf in with you. Though now you stood dressed in his clothes all injuries cleaned.

"Oh yeah, brought Ted along too! Got to say he was rather impressed with the way you two took out an elder like that. Saved him getting all revengey for me getting staked." You rambled, trying to fill him in on the important details.

"You got staked!" Jack raised his voice, hoping into view as he got his trousers on. His hands gently took your shoulders as he turned you back to him and moved your top from the bandage.

"Woah! Buy me dinner first!" You forced a laugh but it died when you met his glassy eyes. "Only a little bit." You tried to reassure him.

Jack sighed and let his forehead come to rest against yours. You relaxed against his heat as his breathing calmed down again.

"Any other important things to tell me?" Jack mumbled. You took his cheeks in your palms, stroking a thumb against them. His hands held them to him.

"My sire is dead so I've repaid my debt to the clan and I'm no longer sentenced to death?" You cringed at his scrunching forehead. You could hear him mumbling, counting down in Spanish before taking a deep breath.

"Okay, excelente." He strained out before sighing deeply. "Let's get Ted and go home."

Ted took that moment to bust through the bedroom doors, scooping Jack up in his grasp and rumbling pleasantly. He spun him while you slumped against the door frame, a familiar fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"Hey! hey buddy, didn't give you too much trouble last night did I?" Jack asked as Ted returned him to the ground.

"Well had to all leave when you started attacking us for being near your y/n." Ted grumbled knocking a fist against Jack's shoulder. Heat rose in his face as you watched on bemused.

"Don't worry, don't think your new son in law was offended." Ted laughed. You joined in giggling, only half sure what Ted must have been telling him about the night.

"Oh funny is it!" He laughed over at you, keeping your smile you nodded. "A lot of laughs from the person I've saved twice now." He grinned.

"Hey! I was unarmed!" You frowned, crossing arms over your healing chest.

"Oh and at the bar?" Jack questioned with a smile coming up to lean beside you.

"I was playing bait! And did a pretty good job until Michael surprised me!" You said turning to him. Mock offense melted away as you stared up into his eyes and you leaned in to kiss him again. You pulled back when Ted groaned with a smirk.

"Next time you should see me with a sword."

#werewolf by night #my fics #jack russell x reader #teeth for hire

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palettepainter · 2 months

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Finally did a height chart for how tall I picture the band, plus Liv for reference when I post up the chapters of Hired Sparky!!

I wanna do another one of these with Liv standing alongside some other characters she interacts with, both in Hired Sparky and for other future drawings/stories I do (wanna do a height chart with Liv but with Skeeter, Scooter, Rowlf, Nephew, Kermit and Darci).

I also messed around with the bands colour palettes to be as accurate to their actual puppet designs as possible. I couldn't find a clear ref for the pattern on Lips's outfit so I just made one up for it

DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/COPY/TRACE

#Muppets #The Muppets #Hired Sparky #The electric mayhem #Electric mayhem #Liv #Teeth #Dr Teeth #Floyd #Floyd Pepper #Janice #Lips #Zoot #Zoot cousins #Muppets OC

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epsigone · 6 months

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The Thief // Recovery

I was gonna save these to post when we got an official date for the final RvB season but who knows when that'll be so I'll throw them here now! I've never posted much cosplay on here but seeing as how my peak RvB days were on Tumblr it feels fitting that I post these here first :)

One of the main reasons I even got into RvB in the first place was because of @euniysu's art, and I fell in love with the Guns for Hire AU the second I saw it. These designs became instant dream cosplays of mine (honestly all of them did) and it feels fitting that ten years later just as the series is ending, I finally make them. It's also a way to celebrate 10 years since I found Rooster Teeth and fell in love with RvB (and saw these designs!). I'm so so happy I finally got to do these cosplays and I absolutely can't wait to wear them again (I'm York here but I made both cosplays and I'll be wearing Wash at the ren faire this weekend! It's time traveler's weekend and I think I'm funny lol). I don't know what it is about cosplaying York but i felt so Gender as him and am so glad everything came out well :)

A million thank yous to @magicalvoltage for indulging me with this shoot and @cloudcrouton for taking pictures <3 Can't believe I finally got to do these cosplays with friends, even if y'all aren't into the show :)

Also I saw that Syn is gonna adapt the GFH AU into an original webcomic and I absolutely can't wait to see it!! I still love seeing and supporting Syn's art and y'all should def keep an eye out for it too!

Original AU: @euniysu Cosplays made by me York: me Wash: @magicalvoltage Pics: @cloudcrouton Delta and Epsilon keychains: LadybugGirl7 (etsy)

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb cosplay #red vs blue cosplay #rooster teeth #guns for hire au #york rvb #wash rvb #rooster teeth cosplay #cosplay #my cosplay #rvb york #rvb wash #i forgot how to type tags on this site #i still laugh at how small lauren looks in the cosplay and helmet a;fldkhg #i made wash for me so it is V Big on him lol #i bought some of syn's hades stuff a couple of years ago and i am furiously eyeing her current sale #Syn is genuinely one of my favorite artists of all time i beg u all to support her #i tried to recreate the initial post w wash and york and one of the fake screencaps she made with the first two pics

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bubblebaath · 1 year

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raphael

#currently hired by pestilence //#oc:raphael #body horror #eye horror #scopophobia #teeth horror

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brother-emperors · 2 months

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Do you think Cassius haunts Caesar's line ?

yeah, the escalating paranoia about conspiracies is really revealing (especially when you reach Caligula and the Cassius Incident) but I also think Cassius and his legacy haunts any tyrant. Caesar just happened to be the guy who climbed his way to the top in a place where Cassius could do something about it

Plutarch, Brutus (trans. Scott-Kilvert)

#brutus gets the title of idealized tyrant killer but that's because he was an indecisive wet cat about the whole thing #in addition to being a sellout and a nepotism hire. he's nice so that makes him easier to manipulate into a tolerable icon and paragon of #virtue. contrasted to cassius who had sharp teeth about the whole thing #people who hold power frequently do not like to think that their own violence will be met with resistance or retaliation #and will choose a better martyr and icon to trick people into thinking that emulating the virtue being sold to you will give you #whatever. imperialists and tyrants will repackage a martyr into a version they approve of and convince you that this is your guy #justice for cassius or whatever. these tags aren't even about cassius anymore.#ask tag #something something 'my name is not king but caesar' echo for how caesar will become synonymous with kings and emperors and tyrants #GOD these tags got off topic. i think the ides of march as a concept bothers a lot of people so cassius in turn haunts all of them too

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peevishpants · 5 months

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ferrariman sharl leglerg once again converts pole to p2

#charles leclerc #formula1 #weiwei art #charl the most difficult f1man to draw!! owner of the most challenging face ever #ever more difficult to draw him not sobbing and crying #devastating that ferrari only hires italians to do their rawe ceek posters!!! i wanna draw them so bad!!! asksdjfjghks gnashes teeth #las vegas gp #f1

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thedreadvampy · 5 months

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My housemate is moving out in January

She told us this a week or two ago, when she sat down and, after sitting with us watching TV for over an hour, said "hey so I bought a house and I'm moving out. We agreed on 2 months notice so I won't move until the end of January."

The last time she talked in the immediate terms about buying a house was in 2021, when the sale she was working on fell though and she was unemployed so it was a "when I'm back in a position to look I'll start looking again." Since then I've occasionally asked her how she's doing on the house buying front and she's been like "oh I'm getting there financially" but hasn't mentioned anything concrete.

She didn't tell us she was looking at places. She didn't tell us she had put in an offer. She told us when the offer was finalised. A week AFTER she emailed the letting agent about getting out of her part of the lease. And, it increasingly feels like, only because the letting agent's response was that we had to agree to change the lease.

The letting agent's response (which our housemate obviously didn't copy us into; we had to follow up separately and they copied us into the email chain) also includes that when we change the lease, they're empowered to change the rent, quote, "no cap". Rent was already going up in January - there's no possibility of Sam and I paying her share of the rent.

The really fucking upsetting thing is we're not strangers. This isn't a casual "housemate we found on flatshare" thing. She and Sam have lived together literally their entire adult lives. Me and her have known each other well over a decade. I lived in her and Sam's flat when I was homeless. We were the first people she came out to as trans. We're not super close but I thought we were fucking friends. And she's literally gone out of her way to not talk to us about this for what must have been months while the sale completed - which means she's lied to my face at least once cause I've asked her about her finances in that time (cause she's in a job she hates that she only took to get the house money, so it's like. when we've been commiserating about work stuff I'm often asking 'are you almost free?'). she literally went out of her way to talk to the letting agents before talking to us about putting us in a situation where we could lose our fucking home.

And she keeps. trying. to pretend nothing's happened. Every time I've seen her since then she's not mentioned anything or apologised or anything, she just keeps chatting away and offering hugs and fistbumps like nothing's happened. Like we're still fucking friends.

All it would take for us to still be friends and to be happy for her would have been one fucking sentence in the groupchat like "hey, just put an offer in on a house" or "I'm looking at properties, just so you know, that might happen in the next few months". Like nobody begrudges her for buying a house! It's very cool for her! She's 31 she's worked really hard to get the money I would love to be happy for her! Unfortunately she decided avoiding conflict is more important than giving the people she fucking LIVES WITH (who btw fronted her a month on the rent here while she was unemployed and agreed to take on a larger proportion of the move-in cost back in 2021, if we're still holding ourselves to shit we said 2.5 years ago), so no, you are not entitled to our friendship or to going back to normal.

like if she'd been honest with us it would have been something to process but we'd have had time to figure out our next steps. instead she's left us in a position where we have to find a new roommate before she gives her one month notice, which means finding someone by the end of December, which oh look that's the middle of the fucking Christmas holidays. and she didn't tell us anything until the START of December, or copy us into her conversation with the letting agent, meaning we still don't know what the rent on that space will be so we aren't yet in a position to advertise it. Has she offered to help find a roommate? Has she fuck. Has she offered to help out by moving her move-out date? Nah, she's moving as soon as she gets the keys because, quote, "that means her finances won't have to change". SOUNDS LOVELY. NOT HAVING YOUR FINANCES SUDDENLY CHANGE. I THINK THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY REASONABLE FUCKING GOAL.

Thirteen fucking years she's lived with Sam. Four fucking weeks over Christmas she's left us to figure out a way to not turbofuck our living situation. And she's got the fucking nerve to try and pretend we should be interacting like nothing's changed. Jesus Christ. What a fucking unhinged way to treat...anybody, honestly. never mind the friends-your-entire-adult-life part. literally cannot imagine a scenario in which I would buy a house without telling the people I lived with.

(haha actually this is what my parents divorced over so apparently it's not unusual. although at least my dad had the decency to tell the woman he shared finances with at the point he put in an offer not the point the fucking sale went through.)

Like we'll be fine. It's a huge city centre flat with decent rent and queer housemates, hopefully even when the rent goes up it'll be an easy sell in a city with a huge housing shortage and big queer community. We've got a couple of people interested already, sight unseen - worst case scenario we have to live with someone we don't get on with. And it's given Sam and me a push to look at our own finances and as of today, we've got a mortgage decision in principle and can start looking at flats in the area - mind, we'll be transparent upfront and tell any prospective housemates that yeah, we're looking to buy and move out in the next 6-12 months, and we'll tell them if we put an offer in, because we're decent fucking people who aren't going to spring that on someone out of the blue.

But it's been I think 2 weeks and I'm so fucking angry I could spit. It's such a fucking betrayal. And frankly you know selfishly like. I just had a breakup a couple of months ago, I'm in the middle of moving jobs, both me and Sam have a history of housing instability and this has been the first decent, stable, safe, not-mouldy not-freezing home I think any of us have had, and this is so fucking triggering and upscuttling I could just start biting. like I was talking to my friend about it last week and it's just like. Can I have One Fucking Thing of the three main tentpoles of survival - home, work, relationships - that are fucking stable right now? because shit has been In Flux lately. and at least the work and relationship stuff has changed because of my decisions. going through all that work to make myself short-term unstable to gain long-term stability has been really hard and draining and then just as I was reaching the crisis point with work stuff BOOM, IT'S HOUSING INSTABILITY WITH A STEEL CHAIR. fuck. seriously fuck this and fuck her. we're going to make something good come of it but what a deeply, unbelievably shitty thing to do.

#red said #the other thing that bugs me about it is. ok and again this is old shit dredged back to 2021 when we moved in together #but i had my housemate. and Sam had her. and each of us were really close pairs who'd lived together a long time #and we tried looking for flats as a four but a) a flat with 4 good sized bedrooms in Edinburgh is hens teeth #and b) my housemate was pretty happy to live with me and Sam but increasingly felt like a 4 man flat was going to be a lot for him #and so in the end we talked about it. and through a combination of that and same housemate being in a pretty #unfavorable position housing wise. cause she was unemployed and had shit credit at that moment.#we agreed she'd move with us and Joe went and found a one bed #and in the end that's been really great for him tbh he's a lot happier and more confident and we were pretty sick of each other by then #and so we get on much better now #but at the time it was a real heartache i felt like I'd let Joe down i felt like our friendship was over #and honestly I have never been a huge fan of living with our current housemate. even before we lived here #like when i was staying with her and Sam too. she's incredibly messy and takes up a lot of space in conversations #I've always liked her as a person but she's exhausting and often unpleasant to share space with #and there's a bit of me that's like. we bent over backwards to accommodate you when you were precarious.#like it would have been WAY easier for us to look for a 2-bed during 2021. and if it was a 3-bed I'd have rather stayed with Joe.#but we moved with her for her sake. and she left Sam to clean up their old place (and there were Literal Rats)#and she got really pissy about driving the moving van even though a) that was her idea and b) she's the only person with a license #and c) i walked all MY shit over by hand anyway and the only reason she hired the van was to move her tv #me and Sam found all the core furniture. me and Sam sorted out all the viewings. me and Sam did all the planning. Sam set up all the bills.#we spotted her for rent!we took a bigger share of the costs! because we fucking cared about her and wanted her to have a fucking home!#and she can't even do us the courtesy you'd offer a fucking lodger you found on fucking gumtree

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st4rstudent · 1 month

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I hope u know ur macthinker art is the highlight of me and my bfs day and drives us insane (/very pos). NOBODY TALKS ABOUT THEM...YOU ARE KEEPING ME FED

I'M VERY HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!! I'm crazy about them (if its not obvious) so I'm veryglad other people feel somewhat similar. i love drawingthem theyre so fun . i need to kill them with rocks. here have a doodle

#clemask #clemspaint #macthinker #JUST ME AND OOMF FILLING THE TAGS WITH THEM we're all alone and cold in this dungeon fighting off monsters (joking)#that doodle is actually from a little moment i had last night. follow up images are me drawing myself covered in blood so you can imagine #youre in luck anon and anons bf i have a sketch im working on rn . if im not drawing that rabbit or mouse (or brain) every other day #then i am not living #BUTYEHA ! thank you. you sent this at a good time i had been getting a little nervous about them again for some reason #but a little bit of nervousness would never stop me from being .................normal. <- said through a gritted teeth smile #heartbreaking the worlds most annoying toon and cog are holding hands and frolicking. trained snipers are hired to get them

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ace-and-ranty · 1 month

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Guys, not to brag, but I'm so damn competent.

#see this is why people should hire me #if thing is broken I poke at it until I fix it.#no need to wait for support to get back at me. I will GET this shipping platform working if I have to PULL TEETH.

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joey-wheeler-official · 2 years

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It’s absolutely crazy how much RWBY has gotten in terms of crossovers and franchising and the like considering just how unwatchably terrible it is.

#Rooster Teeth got deep pockets ig #Just fuckin throw infinite money at it until it works #but never consider hiring competent writers

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sumarak · 10 months

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with Max being recast I can't help but imagine what Max's relationship to his culture would be like.

'cause in "Culture Day" there was that offhand bit about how he doesn't put a lot of effort into his presentation (tbh to me it came off as the writers admitting they don't put in effort when it comes to his culture) but then in "Order of the Sparrow" he clearly has some insight into cultural clothing?

and the thing is, his parents are canonically neglectful so it would make sense if he didn't know a whole lot about his heritage, but that could also be explored? like does Max want to learn more? is he angry that his parents didn't care enough to pass this down? could his interest in his culture and his determination to never seem "too passionate" about something come into conflict? maybe he could be afraid to show passion for learning abt it because he's scared he'll be reduced to his interests like some other kids at camp ("I don't wanna become like SPACE kid! you literally call him by what camp he's in!")? like I think there are a lot of interesting ways they can take it. IF they do it.

also, I'm reading Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor by Xiran Jay Xhao and a key part of Zach's characterization is that even though his mom is from mainland China he doesn't know much about the language or history (at the start of the book) 'cause his mom wanted him to assimilate so she never taught him. and it kinda reminds me of Max a little. from "Camp Cool Kidz" we know Max's parents are the ones that moved to the US and not any generation before so there's a possibility that his parents also NAMED him Max in hopes he'll just assimilate on his own without needed effort on their part + a possibility of being disconnected from extended family? like maybe Max doesn't know any relative he can even ask about this 'cause his parents are the first in the family who moved away? idk, I guess I'm just interested in how Max views that aspect of his upbringing. I wish Max's culture and the complicated relationship he might have with it were handled with as much dignity as Neil's in "Culture Day".

#and this goes without saying but if they ever decide to address this they better hire a writer who is qualified to write abt this #max camp camp #camp camp #rooster teeth

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Cursed

Summary: It's called a curse for a reason and when the werewolf escapes and causes harm Jack is left floundering.

Sequels bb!! Original story here. Also given the vampire a little more backstory here again for fun so sorry if you don't want LORE...or more cameos.

Vampire!Reader x Jack Russell

Warnings: animal death, blood, panic attacks, angst, once again these idiots are in love

Translations right at the end 👍

It still felt odd to say you and Jack were dating now but what else do you call two people who love one another and live together.

"Married." Ted chimed in, laughing when you almost dropped your phone. Your frowned at him from your pacing but his smile was infectious and you found yourself laughing with him.

"That make you my new brother in law then?" You joked. Ted gripped your shoulder, shaking you gently as the laughter continued. Since learning how to understand him you'd become a double act, teasing Jack relentlessly. Though in his absence the traitor had turned on you. You flopped down on the sofa next to him, frowning at the lack of messages before tossing your phone aside.

It was another full moon tomorrow and Ted had returned to assist you at Jack's request. It'd been 3 moons since you survived a night at the castle with the werewolf. However each time since then he seemed to be getting worse. More violent and more aggressive with each change, howling behind the bars. It'd frightened Jack when you told him and you'd been banned from staying with him in the cellar.

It was strange, he'd been rather sweet once you'd found him again in the castle. He'd chased everyone else off and you'd spent some time tracking his heart beast. The wolf had stalked towards you in the dim room you'd finally found him in. The moonlight filtering in from the stain glass window and illuminating his soft expression in a rainbow of colours.

He was still stunning like this, bright amber eyes and protruding teeth doing little to rob Jack of his beauty. You'd done as he had instructed you to, just in case of something like this. Keeping your head level and eyes on his as he sniffed the air.

You'd seen the recognition return behind the wolves eyes before he'd hunched back to all fours. You watched curiously as he tore the pillows from the chaise longue, pilling them haphazardly in the corner of this parlor. Then he'd pulled the curtains, tearing them down and padding atop them.

"You making yourself a little bed?" You'd asked at last. His eyes snapped to you and you stilled again. He moved back towards you, shoulders shifting beneath the fur. Stopping by your feet he let out a whine from the back of his throat.

"Oh? Right! yes, thank you." You smiled closed lipped, worried a flash of fang might be seen as threatening to him like this. You followed the wolf back to the pillows, sitting crossed legged with him squatting by you.

He was close, inhaling deeply as he appraised your reaction. You patted the pillow ahead of you humming your approval. Then when his gaze persisted you shifted to lean against them. He'd settled at that flopping hard beside you and burying his nose to your neck.

It tickled as he rubbed against the skin there, huffing hot breathes before moving higher to your jaw. He repeated this for some time before he seemed satisfied and curled against you.

When back to the cabin you told Jack about this. He seemed appreciative that you'd not been in danger. However that didn't change how he treated the next moon. After all, he'd explained, an animal can be unpredictable.

Jack returned the next morning to find you asleep against Ted's arm. He said his greetings as you awoke, kissing your temple.

"You trying to wait up?" He smiled. He moved around the room, drawing the curtains against the rays of dawn. Your groaned, stretching before flopping back against the chair.

"Yeah...Was your trip nice?" You asked, rubbing your head against the throbbing headache.

"Yeah, Lissa was happier than I thought she'd be to see me." Jack admitted sitting on the arm of the sofa. "Been a long while since we celebrated together."

You hummed as Jack ran his hand through your hair. "Told you so."

He laughed lightly, leaning back down to kiss your forehead.

"Oh Ted, I got you some records. Left them by the player outside." Jack said, earning an appreciative sound from Ted. He wandered up and out, the shadow from his frame better at blocking the suns glow coming from the curtain.

"We really need to get new ones." Jack hummed as he took Ted's place by your side.

"You think Lissa would like to meet me?" You asked suddenly.

"Oh... I don't see why not." Jack fumbled at the odd question. You'd seemed very supportive of reconnecting when he'd told you about his sister. Even insisting on helping prepare sweet treats for their family's graves before he left.

"If you don't mind me asking, where's this come from?" He questioned.

"Well you met Eric, suppose that's it for family for me. Still feels odd, last time I courted we were calling it courting." You mumbled.

Jack knew well enough now that if a blush was possible it'd be burning your ears right now. Your arm had come to rest over your eyes and Jack pulled it gently away. He reveled in your embarrassment for a moment before leaning down to kiss you gently.

"Suppose at some point I could introduce you to my oldest friend, he's still alive." You hummed when you parted.

"I'd be delighted to meet him." Jack smiled. "And as for Lissa if she doesn't call there's always next Día de Muertos. Speaking of which I have something for you too..."

Something was an understatement. Jack seemed to have spent most of his trip picking up little trinkets and souvenirs to show you on his return. You shared the day listening intently to stories from his trip but all good things come to an end.

When your strength was returning and the daylight ebbing Ted ushered Jack down to the basement. Then when he returned Ted was frowning at you.

"I know, I know. I promised I'd hunt tonight. You think it'll help?" You asked as you moved to the door.

"Help you for sure." Ted grumbled. He was right, in your concern for Jack and joy of living here you'd forgone your own health. Your eyes were bloodshot, red rimmed and bruising eye bags surrounded them. You'd felt sluggish all week and despite Jack's absence had not remedied it yet.

"You know what I mean Ted." You probed. His shoulders shrugged as he made his way to you.

"I think your scent being further might, yes. Now go before I shove you." He pressed ushering you to the night.

It was cool, the November air almost biting but it'd been a long time since that'd bothered you. The stars twinkled in the clear sky and a low breeze sent the promise of deer through the pines.

You didn't begrudge Jack his condition but in moment like this you did wish yours was more temporary. You scolded yourself for the thought, at least you go to keep your right mind. For the most part anyway.

This thirsty? A hunt was a rather dangerous proposition. Your throat burned all afternoon, your stare catching on Jack's jugular more than you'd admit. You promised years ago never to touch human blood again and you'd been true to that. Sure you were weaker without it but you slept soundly.

The deer you stalked traveled alone and was stationary as you approached. It's head bent as it lapped at a puddle. In a rush of air and fang it was down and twitching. In your right mind you didn't relish the struggle but now its fresh blood washing down your throat thrilled you. You were snarling against its throat when you heard it.

SNAP

Your head whipped up, wide eyes searching for the interruption. You were painfully aware how this looked. The blood dripping down your chin, cooling in the night air. Moments passed in silence until you heard the heart.

By now you'd recognize it deaf, Jack or specifically the werewolf. You rose a fraction at a time, keeping your eyes on the glint of his eyes in the dark. He'd gotten so close and you cursed yourself for being so distracted.

A shame burned through you and you glanced to your bloody hands. It was barely a second but it was enough. Your stare no longer holding him in place the wolf pounced.

He was heavy, crashing into you and sending you to the ground. You shrieked but his hands grabbed your own pinning them to either side of your head. You stilled, his heaving form hunched over you, face wild with frustration. The bright amber of his eyes was lost behind the swell of dark from his blown pupils.

"Jack?" You whispered but he roared into your face. You squinted against the sudden rush of air. Still he didn't attack just huffing above you before his nose was on your neck. It was warm and almost pleasant, tickling up to just under your chin before his hot tongue swiped out.

He lapped against your bloodied face before his attention returned to your throat. A deep rumble came from deep in his chest and his tongue dragged across your skin. You shivered under his touch before you felt the nip of fanged teeth.

Suddenly he wasn't Jack, he wasn't the wolf, he was your sire. Pinning your struggling form into the dirt as you screamed and he bit. Pain erupted, cold blood oozing out from fresh indents in your skin. Your chest heaved and fell in quick succession, blinding pain in your skull like midday exploding behind your eyes.

You managed to pull your legs between you both and kicked up hard. He went flying, crashing against a tree with enough force to fell it. A howling yelp shot straight through your skull as you scrambled back.

Jack, the wolf regained his footing, shaking his head. In the light of the moon he was whining and limping back towards you. You blood continued to ooze coolly, saturating the shirt you wore and the skin around the wolves lips.

Ted's roar sounded and when the wolf turned to his approach you ran.

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Jack awoke with an ache in his chest that he couldn't place. Blind in the sun he reached out for you only to find dirt beneath his fingers. He tore his eyes open, the glare all he could see for just a moment.

Ted was there, hunching low into his line of sight, brows pulled in concern. He was in the woods, not your bed, not the cage and that fact was hell. Before he could even speak your name the taste hit him. Metallic and sharp on his tongue but awfully familiar.

Shakily he brought his muddied fingers to his lips. The dried blood caked to them flaked off and sat russet in his palm. Tears welled as his chest spasmed, he couldn't speak his throat was far too tight.

"They're okay." Ted spoke at last but the relief only lasted a moment.

"Where?" Jack choked out but Ted just shook his head.

The walk back to the cabin was slow going. Each step felt like he was moving towards something awful. All the same he needed to see you, see you were alive. Even if it meant seeing the hatred in your eyes, the disgust.

Nothing could have prepared him for the empty house. For the closest doors open and clothes missing. Ted tried to speak to him, to show him the note but Jack's world was crumbling and he couldn't hear him.

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"Well we were called the howling commandos" You joked watching the man opposite you stare back in disbelief. You weren't sure his gaping mouth could get any wider but you were eager to test the theory.

"There were no werewolves on the squad, leave him alone y/n." Bucky grumbled next to him.

"Spoil sport." You frowned. "Don't believe him, Steve was a mummy." You joked.

"Hey I just found out Bucky and him were fighting Draculas so don't!" Sam quipped as Bucky groaned.

"Just Dracula singular." He stated.

"Eh think Draculas plural is more accurate." You added.

It'd been a long time since you'd seen Bucky in person. Not long after he got back he'd stopped responding to your calls and messages. You figured he needed time to adjust and didn't want to push it. When you saw his message you it was the perfect excuse to run further.

"God I need another drink" Sam got up to head back towards the bar as you poked at your glass.

"So you gonna tell me whats up?" Bucky asks. You raise your brows to him but he scoffs. "Come on Y/n, you're both the happiest and saddest I've ever seen you. I just wanna know if there's someone I gotta beat up."

"No! no...." You blurt before laughing a little. The humor doesn't reach your voice but you cave. "I fucked up I think."

"Okay... how so?" Bucky asks leaning closer. All at once you feel 100 years younger, sitting with Bucky in a Polish bar, trying to figure this whole vampire thing out. He'd been the only commando not afraid to join you for a drink and the rest was history.

"Things got complicated, messy... I ran." You admitted.

"They hurt you?" He asked pointing to your bandaged throat. It no longer bled through but it was far from healed.

"You don't understand, he's like me, he's not always in control!" You snap to Jack's defense. Bucky's jaw ticks and your curse. "Sorry..."

"You know I know a thing or two about that, and if you want to make amends you gotta let him do so too. He's probably hurting real bad right now." Bucky says.

"Considering I probably broke his ribs I'd say so." You muttered as you let his words sink in. He was right, Jack held a very low opinion of his werewolf side he probably felt pretty bad about now. If he didn't feel justified in attacking another monster that was. Still you wanted to apologize and that was enough reason to head back. Even just to confirm that home was no longer yours.

"How'd he manage that anyway? Pretty sure I saw you shrug off a mortar shell... is it the blood thing?" Bucky asks taking a long swig of his drink.

"Kinda? I mean I'm keeping my promise to Steve but I think it's more because he's a werewolf." You admit. Bucky chokes in his drink, spluttering as Sam arrives back with the next round.

"Werewolves are real?!" He coughs.

"I knew it!" Sam boasts.

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Ted doesn't leave the cabin. You've been gone for a week now and Jack's barely moved. A part of him worries this has broken him, that his friend will never recover. The other stays hopeful you were being truthful in your note.

"SOS from friend. Be back ASAP."

He curses that friend for their timing, though he wouldn't blame you for leaving. After a water fight he'd finally seen the bites that littered your body. Then the face you'd made in the woods was still burned in his mind. Utter pain and betrayal. Sure was glad Jack didn't remember that, though the taste of your blood on his tongue did enough.

Jack was asleep. He'd been drinking the night before and Ted had to put him to bed. Now he was alone again in the stuffy cabin taking care of the mess as the dusk cast long shadows through the windows.

Ted had gone to open the window when he saw you shifting over a fallen log. Bags in hand, sunglasses in place and stumbling on the overgrown trail. He's outside in a second, door slammed and bouncing back in its frame.

Ahead Ted stares at you and you can't help but drop your bags, surging towards him. Ted grips you the moment you fling yourself up onto his chest, holding you to the soft moss.

"Did you walk here in the sun?" Ted scolds and you laugh into his shoulder. "You should've called!"

"I know, I'm sorry." You say as he places you back onto your feet. "If it makes you feel better I got a lift to the trail start."

Jack stirred from his sleep, head pounding and throat raw. The front door slamming against the walls pierced like a lance to the skull. He groaned, rolling to his feet and stumbling into the brighter living room. The last light of day didn't help his headache but he continued until he heard your laugh.

His feet move of their own accord, the siren song drawing him to the porch. Ted's shoulders hunch low as he leans over to talk before he turns. The light hits your hair, haloing around your face and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Jack's stare cuts deeper than any knife, any stake, any wound you've ever felt. Bucky was right, he was so right. Jack's a mess, red tiered eyes, unshaven, mess of greying hair sticking up at every angle and he's the most perfect thing in the world right now.

You don't know how to start. What to say to him or even if you should approach. Though when his knees buckle and he slumps to his knees your rushing to him. Sliding to your knees and pulling him to you tightly. His arms don't wrap around you though and you shift back as if stung. His glassy eyes are on your throat and a shaking hand rises to the wound.

"No, no. See its okay." You babble out as your own tears well. Pealing the gauze away you reveal the scabbing wound. Its still angry, still raw but no where near the puffy bleeding mess you'd left with.

Not to Jack though. Who'd seen your stake would close and disappear without a trace over the course of a few days. This brutal mark he left on you. Another bite from a monster scarring your skin.

You cannot bare his silence, the thundering of his heart nor the guilt stricken face. You ramble half incoherent apologies between sobs, for not running, for hurting him, for leaving. He doesn't touch you but you freeze under his eyes, finally meeting yours.

"You have nothing to apologize for..." He chokes out. His voice is gruff, raw in his throat. "I'm the one who..."

Jack crumples and his head is on your lap, burying into your stomach. Hot tears soaking into your trousers as he digs his hands into the fabric of your coat.

"Te pido disculpas de corzon, No te imaginas cuánto lo siento." He wails against you. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I"

He doesn't get to finish. He's being lifted under his arms and tackled back against the cabin floor. Your holding him, hugging tightly against him. This time his warm arms embrace you back, his hands stroking your hair as you cry harder.

"I thought you'd hate." You finally mumble against his chest before rising to see his face.

"I thought you'd hate me!" Jack responds his hand brushing against your cheek. "I'm an idiot."

You laugh lightly, leaning into his touch. "I'm an idiot."

"Your both idiots now get off the floor." Ted huffs.

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Jack doesn't leave your side the entire night. Your legs flung over his and resting your head against his shoulder. A few times you catch his eyes on your neck again and you kiss under his jaw.

He still looks pained, guilty but he's holding onto you. His hands hot against your body and pulling you flush to him. You'd joke about evening the score but it's too soon you can tell. So you just let him hold you, not that your not enjoying it.

"Is your friend okay now?" Ted asks. He hands you both a cup of tea before settling on the floor. You perk up at his question.

"Yes, thank you. He's actually the one who drove me here." You say. Jack shifts under you, rubbing his face into your hair again.

"Your old friend?" He asks softly.

"The very same, he's was pretty worried about you actually. Eager to get me home quick." You admit. Jack kisses your head again before sipping the tea.

"I'll have to thank him, perhaps get his blessings." Jack hums.

"He's still in town actually, you could?" You phrase it as a question but you can feel Jack nodding against you, drinking his tea again when you speak.

"How do you feel about meeting an Avenger?"

He chokes.

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Te pido disculpas de corazón, No te imaginas cuánto lo siento - I sincerely apologize, you can't imagine how sorry I am

#werewolf by night #jack russell x reader #my fics #teeth for hire

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